You will not find greatness here. No matter.
I live this singular life like a million others.
And if in my doggerel I niggle and natter,
be still. I have in myself a million bothers.
You will not find greatness here. No matter.
And who is more fortunate? The one lost
in anonymity, whom liars cannot betray?
Or the icon whose true face is glossed
in a false light, where fantasies play.
You will not find greatness here. No matter.